Book Tour {Excerpt} -- The Journals of Bob Drifter by M.L.S. Weech

About the Book

Title: The Journals of Bob Drifter
Author: M.L.S. Weech
Genre: Paranormal Thriller / Urban Fantasy
Bob Drifter is a substitute teacher with a secret. He seems like no more than a polite young man who loves to read and mentor students in his free time. Yet, on the side, Bob takes part in some rather strange extracurricular activities that soon attract the attention of local police. For some reason, people have a way of dying around him.

Its not his fault. Maybe he just hangs around people who are already dying. Maybe he has bad timing. But Bob knows better. He has a secret mission that must be completed before he ends up in prison or raises the ire of the most frightening individual in the supernatural world. No pressure.

A terrifying new force has set foot into Bobs life, and a string of ghastly mutilations follows this figure wherever he goes. Now, Bob has to keep his own secrets, protect his students, and fulfill his mentors wishes. Welcome to the world of those who watch over the dead.


The kitchen was well on its way to ash, and the living room was engulfed, all from a simple spark. The thick and pungent smoke filled her lungs. The heat was so intense that she could feel the sweat of her body run hot down her face and back.
The flames blocked her path to the door, so she huddled herself on the couch and beat furiously at the window; she screamed for help, but she was too weak to break the glass.
She thought she had imagined him for a moment. A young man walking down the sidewalk was an answered prayer to her. But why did he stop? He was … watching?
She screamed at him and pounded on the glass. The skin on her hands broke and spots of blood smeared the window. The man grimaced, as if it hurt him to watch, but he didnt do anything else.
God, please help me!” she called to him.
More smoke billowed into her lungs and caused her to cough. She sucked in a deep breath. It was the wrong choice. Her lungs tried to bring in more air, but the smoke continued to make her gasp. She gasped, and smoke flooded her lungs again. Each cough forced her body to reflexively inhale, and each new breath only caused her to suck in more smoke. She felt light-headed. The whole time, she never took her eyes off of the stranger. She tried to plead to him with her stare, but he only stared back. She found herself wondering why his stare held so much regret. He could have saved her, if he only wanted to. Why didnt he want to?
With each fateful gasp, she took in less and less air. She took one final breath before she fell onto her couch, which had just started to burn. The last thing she saw was an arm burst through the glass. Wonderful, she thought wryly, angrily. A hand grabbed her. Now he grows a conscience. She knew the stranger was too late.

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Bob winced at a piece of glass that cut into his arm when he forced his elbow through the window, but he considered it a very mild punishment for waiting so long.
She was already dead. Her glazed eyes begged the question why, and Bob was glad he didnt have to explain. She was dead, and she had suffered. Bob didnt have to let her suffer, or at least he didnt think he had to. But, she had died, and he had been there to watch as it happened. That much comforted him.
Bob made sure none of his clothes had caught on the glass. He picked up the shard with his blood on it and the surrounding bits just to be sure. He took off the cut vest and wrapped the glass inside of it. Hed have to burn it. Hed throw the glass out after he washed it.
It never went the way he thought it should, and to him, it always left a mess he didnt want to clean up.

Author Bio

M. L. S. Weech was born in August 1979 in Rapid City, South Dakota. He fell in love with fantasy and science fiction at an early age. His love of writing quickly followed when he tried to write a sequel to his favorite movie. He didnt know what copyright infringement was. He cant remember a time he wasnt working on some sort of project from that day on. He wrote for a junior high project. The only way his freshman english teacher could get him to settle down was to let him start writing a book. He completed what he calls his first manuscript when he was 17.

He got a ton of feedback that was honest, helpful, and not much fun to listen to, but instead of quit, he simply wrote another, and then another.

He fell in love with reading in high school when he was introduced to Timothy Zahn and the Star Wars novels. Then he was handed Anne McCaffrey, Robert Jordan, Dean Koontz, Brandon Sanderson and so many more. He went from reading to complete homework to reading more than three books a month.
He joined the U.S. Navy as a journalist in 2005. He served on aircraft carriers and destroyers. He served in the deserts of Iraq and the mountains of Afghanistan.   He finished his time in the Navy in 2015, and currently teaches future Navy Mass Communication Specialists at the Defense Information School.

When he wasnt taking pictures or writing features or news stories, he was writing fiction. Photojournalism was a hobby he enjoyed getting paid for, but writing fiction has been and remains his true dream.

Hes completed six manuscripts and is already planning a seventh. He took his third project to Archway Publishing, who helped him turn his life-long dream into a reality.


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